Bae... Poem by Truth Osumareton Egbe

Blue neck tie on my ghost white shirt
My raven black three piece suit
The swirling grey chair in my little cubicle
The way my boss' boss' look makes my boss transform an impossible situation into doable
Work!
I like it but I love you
Bae
Let us skip just one monotonous work day
Let us go see where the rainbow touches the sedimentary clay
Or we could just sit here and talk about talking
The office yearns for me but you are my longing
What is the worst that could happen?

Diced tomatoes, beaten eggs, pounded pepper
The clear golden oil signifies it is ready for the wet egg bath
The phone rings- it's the office
They gave me the day off
And forever too
Heated frying spoon, burnt breakfast, spilled milk
Bae
If you come now we could still catch the afternoon flight to the moon
I'm in pieces, tell me you'd come to fix me soon
The world can be spinning on the wrong side for all I care
When you are here it feels like there is no reason to fear
What is the worst that could happen?

I see you walk down the stairs in your hugging peach gown
Your perfect smile completes the whole outfit
I hear you laugh
Your laugh - Gosh!
And the way you burst out into singing
Singing to the harmony of my heart
Bae
Tell me this is not all in my mind
Tell me when I open the door it's you I will find
Was I hallucinating when you said you weren't coming anymore?
You know that's all I care for
Cause when you are here what is the worst that could happen?

My black matte five inches phone
The only way I can hear your sweet cracked voice now
Telling me you're proud of my choices
And all the things I do for love
Pick up your phone let me tell you about my day
Of how I woke up employed and am going to bed on the other side of the divide
Bae
Your words are piercing my soul
You are saying all the things that I hoped you wouldn't
I see...I see...I see...
Reality has hit me
The worst has happened